Or, as I noted, back in foothills …
Frankly, I can’t envision my return to Bloomington without her.
Our Bloomington goods runs? Three trips, I’m seeing now. Using whose pickup, with the tarp flying behind it? Followed by our green VW Bug.
Ottawa, Ohio, on the site
of the last Ottawa Indian reservation in Ohio
seat of Putnam County on the Ottawa River
Realize that the move to Bloomington allowed me to reclaim, fully, my Jnana moniker.
Bloomington redux was also, in a way, a return to the grad student realm I inhabited in Binghamton, but with the twist I was now married and officially a research associate, quasi faculty. And my hours were so much more flexible, even regular.
This was second of the three times I stepped out of the newsroom career and had no guarantee of reentry if things soured. The ashram was the first. For me, this was risk.
Much of this move is abstracted in detail in my novels Nearly Canaan and The Secret Side of Jaya, though I did move the locale to the Ozarks – I had already used Indiana extensively in Daffodil and, later, What’s Left.
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From Spiralbound Hoosier, with commentary from now.
Jnana's Red Barn 